This is a song about "Depressed and alone"

From now on just please yourself and you alone."

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

And once he's gone, the nasty realization that i'm all alone.

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

And i do confess that i am a mess, every other day depressed

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Give us this day, our daily bread

And think alone in my head

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

And i don't like walking all alone,

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest